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I have my own angel
Who is a part of me and apart from me
I have my own angel
Who follows me, falls in step with me
I have my own angel
Black, opaque, not at all fake
A marionette
My sillouette
Who is a part of me and apart from me
I have my own angel
Who follows me, falls in step with me
I have my own angel
Black, opaque, not at all fake
A marionette
My sillouette
Literature
Don't Lie To Yourself.
If living means dying on the inside,
Then fine.
But my smiles will never be fake.
Literature
angel.
they call it falling because you can't fall up, you can't fall out.
I was a girl, a girl, unbroken.
I was a girl who engraved his saccharose words into my chest
and filled my head with his promises.
I was a girl who didn't need to believe in angels,
because he was my angel.
but no one can fall without getting hurt if they're afraid of the earth,
of getting buried in the need,
no one can fall without giving up the sky.
Because he was a boy, a boy, breaking.
he was a boy who surrounded his heart with walls of stones,
and jumped off the ledge,
he was a boy wh
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The Truth About Poltergeists
It’s no picnic being a creature of pure celestial intent. I followed Phil, my charge, into the living room and stood on the cat’s tail. The animal jumped and yowled. I flailed and my wing bumped a vase, knocking it over. More flailing and I bumped a lamp too. “Bollocks.”
Phil lunged and steadied the lamp. He looked at the shattered vase and frowned. “Mary? I’m telling you there’s something here.”
“Not this again. Oh!” A woman walked into the room and paused when she saw the remains of the vase. Her hands went to her mouth.
“Sorry,” I said. They didn’t hear me. &#
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I like your poem